Sunshine for Shut-insT.Y. Crowell, 1895 - 207 sayfa |
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ANON April August AUSTIN PHELPS bear BEECHER bitter blessing burden cheer child Christ Christian clouds comfort cross daily dark December divine duty E. B. BROWNING E. B. PUSEY earth earthly eternal everlasting evil eyes F. B. MEYER F. R. HAVERGAL F. W. ROBERTSON faith Father fear February feel feet FÉNELON GEORGE MACDONALD gift give glad grace grief hand hast hath heaven heavenly HENRY WARD BEECHER hope hour human J. R. MILLER JAMES MARTINEAU January JEAN INGELOW Jesus July June light lives look Lord MADAME SWETCHINE March mercy never November ourselves pain path patience peace praise pray prayer rest ROBERT COLLYER SAMUEL RUTHERFORD seek September shadow shines sorrow soul spirit strength suffer sunshine SUSAN COOLIDGE sweet tears tender thee thine things THOMAS À KEMPIS Thou art Thou wilt thought thyself to-day trials trouble trust unto weary WILLIAM LAW
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Sayfa 155 - SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low, Lest I should fear and fall, and miss thee so Who art not missed by any that entreat. Speak to me as to Mary at thy feet ! And if no precious gums my hands bestow, Let my tears drop like amber, while I go In reach of thy divinest voice complete In humanest affection — thus, in sooth To lose the sense of losing. As a child, Whose song-bird seeks the wood...
Sayfa 104 - I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, — but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
Sayfa 70 - Though waves and storms go o'er my head, Though strength, and health, and friends be gone, Though joys be withered all and dead, Though every comfort be withdrawn, On this my steadfast soul relies : Father, Thy mercy never dies.
Sayfa 52 - O LORD my God, do Thou Thy holy will— I will lie still— 1 will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm, And break the charm, Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast, In perfect rest.
Sayfa 75 - God has lent us the earth for our life; it is a great entail. It belongs as much to those who are to come after us, and whose names are already written in the book of creation as to us; and we have no right, by anything that we do or neglect, to involve them in unnecessary penalties, or deprive them of benefits which it was in our power to bequeath.
Sayfa 12 - IF any little word of mine May make a life the brighter, If any little song of mine May make a heart the lighter, God help me speak the little word And take my bit of singing, And drop it in some lonely vale To set the echoes ringing.
Sayfa 32 - Like a cradle rocking, rocking, Silent, peaceful, to and fro, Like a mother's sweet looks dropping On the little face below, Hangs the green earth, swinging, turning, Jarless, noiseless, safe and slow ; Falls the light of God's face bending Down and watching us below. And as feeble babes that suffer, Toss and cry, and will not rest, Are the ones the tender mother Holds the closest, loves the best, So when we are weak and wretched, By our sins weighed down, distressed, Then it is that God's great...
Sayfa 46 - She met the hosts of Sorrow with a look That altered not beneath the frown they wore, And soon the lowering brood were tamed, and took, Meekly, her gentle rule, and frowned no more. Her soft hand put aside the assaults of wrath, And calmly broke in twain The fiery shafts of pain, And rent the nets of passion from her path. By that victorious hand despair was slain ; With love she vanquished hate, and overcame Evil with good, in her great Master's name.
Sayfa 49 - My meditation of him shall be sweet" [PM "VITHATE'ER my God ordains is right; His will is ever just; Howe'er he orders now my cause, I will be still and trust. He is my God ; Though dark my road, He holds me that I shall not fall, Wherefore to him I leave it all.
Sayfa 112 - Well I know thy trouble, 0 My servant true ; Thou art very weary, 1 was weary too ; But that toil shall make thee Some day all Mine own, And the end of sorrow Shall be near My throne.